Cut,
I'm cut
Stab me,
Jab the soul
Swallow the pain
Hold it in w/ red cheeks
Squeeze the pain in your stomach
Oh, the aweful goodness of ancient love
And torrid fulfilment of a grudge, ungrudged.
NEXT? Why don't you look at My Muse by: Scott Crain from: Gurnee, IL, US
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